A Knife to Remember

the set. A police guard, augmented by private security men and women, was set up to prevent outsiders—including the gawkers from coming any closer than the street. When Jane had first looked out her front window that morning it was like a reverse parade crowd: instead of mobs standing on the curb looking toward the street, they were standing there trying to see between the houses to the set. It was truly unnerving.
    It was more alarming trying to get out to take the kids to school. Jane couldn’t have expected any of the car pool drivers to even get on her street. Nor would she have let the kids out of the house to run to their cars if the car pools had made it. She decided to take everybody herself in one trip.
    They all got in the car in the garage and as Jane backed the station wagon out she was nearly forced to run over people to get them out of the way. She had the windows rolled up and the doors locked, but they tapped on her windows and shouted questions. Mike, sitting tense and white-faced in the front seat with Jane, gave one reporter a rude gesture which Jane pretended not to notice. Katie and Todd huddled together in the backseat, genuinely frightened.
    “They’ll all be gone by tomorrow,“ Jane said, trying to sound calm and reassuring, even though she was deeply shaken. “Would you all like to go from school to your grandmother’s this afternoon and spend the night there?“
    “Thanks, Mom. Yeah,“ Katie said, her voice trembling.
    “Me, too,“ Todd said. “I don’t like these jerks.“ “I’ll go home with Scott, okay?“ Mike growled. “All right. I’ll pack up stuff for you all. I promise, by tomorrow morning, we won’t even know any of this happened.”
    As they got away from the neighborhood, everybody felt better. On a whim, Jane suggested breakfast at McDonald’s since everybody had been too excited and upset to eat at home. The kids thought this was great, especially the idea of getting to be late to school with a note from Mom to explain it.
    By the time she finally delivered them to their schools, she felt confident that the trauma of the neighborhood invasion had been smoothed over. But she had to go back. For a moment she considered just stopping by the library for a bunch of good books, then checking herself into a nice motel to read and lounge all day, but decided that wasn’t the responsible thing to do. Besides, she was just plain curious herself as to how everybody on the set was going to take this new development.
     
    Nobody really bought Lynette’s death as a suicide although a few were still trying to romanticize it as such. “She must have known she could never do better than yesterday,“ Jane overheard somebody saying. “She wanted to go out in a blaze of glory, I think.”
    But most of the cast and crew were uneasy, obviously feeling threatened that a murderer was among them. It was odd, Jane thought, that Jake’s death, which was so unmistakably a murder, hadn’t made them nervous, but Lynette’s demise, which might (in spite of Shelley’s and Mel’s instincts) have been suicide, frightened them all. Jane supposed it was because in a strange way suicide is scarier than murder. We can lock ourselves in our houses and hide from killers, but there’s nowhere to hide from ourselves.
    Shelley was already outside and had been eavesdropping. “What’s up now?“ Jane asked her in a hushed tone.
    “Olive arrived a while ago, looking like a corpse herself, poor old thing. I guess she came to pick up Lynette’s things. The rumor is that there was a ring in Lynette’s dressing room that wasn’t hers.“
    “Whose was it?“
    “The gossip mill says it was Angela’s.“ “Interesting. I wonder how Angela explains that.“
    “Apparently she can’t. The word is that she says she kept it in her purse and didn’t even realize it was missing until the police asked her to identify it.“
    “Not very likely,“ Jane said. “Even if it was in her purse and just fell out, it fell out in Lynette’s dressing room and that’s very damning. Angela is connected to Jake, either as his girlfriend or his niece, but did she have any previous connection with Lynette?“
    “I can’t find anybody who knows of any,“ Shelley said.
    Jane glanced around, noticing that the weather had cleared and was promising to turn into a very nice day for their final scenes. Suddenly she saw somebody who made her nearly scream. She damped it down to a squeak. “My God! I thought